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Hi guys
          I’m sixteen now.
          I may be different from the thirteen year old girl that was always on this app, but I lowkey missed this place, and all the wonderful people I met here ♥️
          You guys will always be a part of my story

hey:)

Been playing Christmas songs for the past hour ✨

Conan Gray is such a vibe for late night writing

Have you ever visualized a scene but you can’t put it in words?

I wanted to be a ballerina once

I’m going to start a new book for my writing ideas

I love being a violinist. My violin feels like an extension of me. A medium to express my emotions (: 
          And listening to an experienced violinist play feels so good!! Hopefully I get that experienced ;)

What do y’all think of this 
          Stuff 
          Marianne demurely took a sip from her glass, her glass, her eyes trained on the man fidgeting before her. His eyes darted around the room, almost panicked, and he seemed mere seconds away from emptying the contents of his stomach all over her desk.
          “Did you get it?” She inquired, eyebrows raised. Unable to get out anything more coherent than a squeak, he nervously nodded.
          Marianne couldn’t hide the rouge thin lipped smile that spread across her features before shooting the man seated across the table.
          Swiftly she rose from her seat, and walked toward the dying man on the other side of the table. Crumpling her nose in distaste, she bent her lips softly grazing his earlobe. “Sorry for the mess ma cherie. I must say guns really aren’t my style. But I couldn’t have you blabbing to anyone else about this now could I?”
          Pressing a kiss to his temple, she slipped out of room, just as mysteriously as she had appeared, leaving nothing but questions and phantoms in her wake.

I don’t think I’m a kotlc stan anymore - and that’s odd because all my usernames on this app including this one are related to it, and it was literally the reason I found this place